Regarding the issue of liking someone, Richelle Dunn struggled with this thought for the whole night.
But in the end, even as she drifted off to sleep, she still couldn't figure out the reason.
In the morning, she was awakened by the sound of vigorous pounding on the door.
It had to be said, the excitement of her children was truly terrifying when they got worked up—not to mention it was just an ordinary wake-up service, which seemed like it would lift the roof off.
Richelle rubbed her sleepy eyes and got out of bed, barefoot, to open the door.
"Mommy, good morning!"
As soon as the door opened, the three little ones pounced on her all at once.
These past two days, Richelle had already been frightened by the noise of the three little ones and subconsciously pressed her suddenly throbbing temples.
"What's the matter, didn't sleep well?"
An unexpected deep voice came from outside the door.
